he two polar bears, who begged Capt. Noah to let them stay out all
night, as they wished to see the Northern Lights from the top of the
iceberg.
It was a very tired family that gathered around the supper table that
evening. But after the meal was over the Weathercock began to sing:
"It's time for bed, and all the Ark
Should soon be snoring in the dark,
The elephant and kangaroo,
The lion and the curled horn gnu,
Have gone to bed, and so should you,
So good night, cock-a-doodle-doo!"
[Illustration: Ham rescues the Polar Bears from the iceberg.]
A THRILLING RESCUE
We're off! we're off! we're off again
To sail upon the rolling main.
The ice no longer holds us fast,
We're sailing safe and free at last!
This is what the Weathercock sang loud and clear the next morning.
It woke up Marjorie with a start, and running to the porthole she saw that
they were once more upon the ocean blue.
"How did it happen?" she asked, turning to her faithful friend on the
flagpole, who was still crowing and flapping his wings at a great rate.
"How did it all happen?"
"While you were asleep, my dear little Madge," answered the Weathercock.
"I didn't ask you when, I asked you how," laughed Marjorie, for she was
delighted, you see, to be once more sailing over the great big ocean.
"You'd better not ask me any more questions," said the Weathercock
quickly. "You just better hurry up and dress and ask Capt. Noah what he is
going to do about the castaways."
"The what?" gasped Marjorie.
"The castaways. The two polar bears who are still on the iceberg."
"Goodness gracious!" she cried. "I'll hurry and get on my boots. I must
tell Capt. Noah at once."
In a few minutes she was running down to the lower cabin.
"Capt. Noah! Capt. Noah!" she shouted. "Capt. Noah, the polar bears are
left on the iceberg!"
The captain, who had overslept himself, put his head out of his cabin
door.
"What is all the excitement about?" he asked sleepily.
"The bears are left on the iceberg!" shouted Marjorie again.
"Well, that's all right. I told them they could stay out all night. They
will come aboard for breakfast, no doubt!"
"They can't! They can't!" cried Marjorie in great excitement. "The Ark is
afloat again and we are sailing away."
"Blubber and rubber!" exclaimed the captain, now even more excited than
the little girl.
"Mother!" he cried, "the Ark's afloat and two of our pa
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